Ziva simply rolled her eyes at him. As if he truly expected her to stay in the castle while he and Arik went out and about. I am not some fragile damsel that sits around all day, she thought menacingly.

Raiab noted the look and inwardly shook his head. The girl had an attitude. If she accompined them further, she was going to be trouble._________________A path taken is paths forsaken.
-Old Altion proverb

"If the burn gets infected, we'll be short a Wizard. Sit," Arik said. "The skin is raw and there is swelling. I'm going to patch it up."

Arik shook his head, "Just because you're a Wizard doesn't make you invincible. I've seen Wizards killed. I've killed a few Warlocks myself, a couple powerful as some Wizards."_________________Delicious tea, or deadly poison?

"Oh, do you know a Healer then?" Raiab snapped. "I just now got out of the library. I suppose you would have already found one, since you left me behind." He was in a foul mood, partly because of his injury, partly because of Ziva and partly because it appeared that there was a new threat on the EreA and partly because someone else may already be on the trail of Trian's spellbook._________________A path taken is paths forsaken.
-Old Altion proverb

"If I knew a Healer, then they would be doing the patching. The Healer is dead. Sit down, Raiab," his voice brokered no more argument. "I don't care who you are, that burn needs to be treated." His look of confidence spoke of one used to being amongst those with magic, someone who did not regard them in awe or mystery, but someone who believed them to be other people._________________Delicious tea, or deadly poison?

He examined the burn more closely, and sighed inwardly. It wasn't terrible, but it was nasty. Cooked flesh was there, along with some blistering and some completely burned off skin. He'd seen worse, but this was not a good thing.

He gingerly applied the poultice and covered the wound after he cut out some of the worst parts with his knife. After he bandaged it, he looked over Ziva. She hadn't been hurt.

"That will do for an overall strategy," Raiab said. "But we do not have the means to obtain those things. I'm not even sure where this man went, to be perfectly honest. Though I have a hunch he will remain in this general area. He's hunting for something that is rumored to have been here many years ago and may still be."_________________A path taken is paths forsaken.
-Old Altion proverb

Ziva was about to say something, when she spun, without warning,just in time to keep from vomiting on Arik. Leaning on a wall for support,she swore and spat when she was done, trying to get that vile taste out of her mouth.

"I did heal her," Raiab snapped. "Unforunately, it seems I only managed to treat the symptoms and not the cause. The disease is coming back and here we are without a cure." he cursed. "This is not good." he reached out his hand and touched Ziva, forcing the disease back. He could still sense it, though. His spell was going to fail again. Each time he casted it, he suspected, it would get weaker until...

He told Arik his suspicions._________________A path taken is paths forsaken.
-Old Altion proverb